Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.